BlogMas 2019 Day Two - Kunzum

It was a few years ago that I wrote Wadjet (you can read it here.)

It's one of the pieces that's closest to my heart, amidst a few. 2013-14 was a period in my life when I really came across myself. It was the point where the teenager in me had begun to dumb down and morph into someone who was awaiting to be found. Those couple of years was the beginning of me putting myself out there - for judgement, love, hate, friendship and everything insignificant amidst all of that. I was at the crossroads where I couldn't push myself enough to be a part of a camaraderie, or be on my Jack Jones, either.

I feel, for the sake of our own sanity, our minds are perpetually on the mend, so it'll always engineer a way for us to be eased into anything peculiar. During that time, the only person I ever went out with, was myself. College drives, cafes, foggy morning walks, dates with myself, movie for one - I met people, I saw people. And for the first time, I saw myself, and really began feeling. 

All those poems and proses rose out of a place that needed to be acknowledged. For that matter, more than anything, I'm chuffed that I'd been heedful about my own feelings to myself. And purely that, enabled me to release the entire constituency of emotions that'd housed itself over the years, in a way that felt like nothing but a balm - acceptable to me, and helped me be just a tad forbearing with others, as well.

It's vital to reset your compass to see if you're looking at yourself from an ethical direction, at all.

Not during the most preferred times, but our mind invariably changes its north.

So, maunder a bit; and when you finally meet yourself, be kind.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Seth Eckert

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,

A.